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Dad.

I hope to remember his words.

As I slip into the embrace of darkness, I begin to forget how this all even began.

Recovery And Shocking Introduction

~MIKAYLA~

“If you believe I’m going to be spoonfed by you, Wolfgang, it’s a no.”

I stare the man in the face, watching him blink a few times and deliver the cutest pout I’ve seen in a long while.

It even shows the little dimples that rarely make an appearance.

“I forgot how stubborn you are when you’re recovering.”

I roll my eyes.

“I can feed myself.”

“You couldn’t hold the spoon without it shaking,” he argues.

“Minor setback,” I brush it off. “The doctor said it’ll go away with rest and therapy. Until then, I will try to do it myself without your help.”

“Admit it. You just dislike relying on others.”

“Who would want to rely on another in these situations? Makes you feel like a burden.”

“You, of all people, know you’re not a burden, Mishka.”

I frown when I see the sadness in his eyes before glancing at the spoon of oatmeal he’s been trying to feed me for what has to be ten minutes.

Deep down, I don’t want to admit I’m starving, but then again, I really don’t want him to think I’m some type of burden.

It’s hard enough being here.

“Baby girl.”

The familiar grunt to my left has my full attention in a heartbeat, and I’m only more surprised by the lingering spoon that’s inches from my mouth.

“Eat.”

A mere peek upward at the man in question and those honeycomb eyes have me pouting defiantly.

Yet I don’t delay opening my mouth and taking the spoonful of oatmeal that’s still warm.

It’ll destroy my pride if I confess how good it feels to have some sort of food in my mouth. I guess I don’t want to admit how grateful I am to be alive right now.

If I do… I’ll break down and cry.

Doing that will only further worry people.

All my family and friends practically camped inside the hospital.

Once I swallow, I give Maddox a side glare before my eyes lower to his left hand, which is in a sling.

“You shouldn’t be doing anything.”

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